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**Later...**
Damn it, I fell asleep again. This is not good—I'm starving. Chris used [Cry]. It's super effective! A wild Mother has appeared. Mother used [Feed]. Critical hit! Chris has been tamed.
Anyway, I've noticed my inner monologues have a distinct Pokémon theme to them. I thought about changing it starting tomorrow, but who am I kidding? It's way too fun, and I'm thoroughly enjoying this descent into madness. Talking to myself has never been this entertaining.
Now that I'm full and energized, I can't help but wish for a psychic or someone who can actually hold a proper conversation with me. I feel like I might lose it if I don't find someone to talk to soon. Wow, this took a weird turn, didn't it? I wonder how those main characters in stories deal with situations like this. Personally, I'm feeling pretty distressed and emotionally unstable. But hey, that can wait. For now, I'll try meditating properly. Chris used [Meditate]. It's not very effective...
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**1 Minute Later**
Yosh, it worked! Let's see what changes occurred... Hmm... Nothing. Well, that was expected. Moving on.
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This is the story of how our young hero became so strong today. Kids, take notes—learn from him, and one day, you too can be the hero in someone else's story. This caused quite a stir, as many wondered, "Why not be the hero of my own story?" The answer is simple, young grasshoppers: every hero needs another hero in their life to inspire change, guide them, and shape them into who they are. So, you see, a hero is never the hero of their own story—they're the hero in someone else's.
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As expected, I failed and ended up diverging from the main story to pad the word count. You might be wondering, "What story is Chris even talking about?" Well, of course, it's the story of my life. Don't worry about my memory—I've got a photographic (or eidetic? I'm not sure) memory. Whatever it's called, it lets me remember everything I need, so I'm not too concerned about the technicalities.
Once I'm skilled enough to write properly, I'll leave everyone in awe of my genius. How, you ask? By using the classic MC skill: plagiarism. But don't worry, I'll give credit where it's due. I'll use the original authors' names and identities to earn money. I'm such a nice person, aren't I? I don't even take credit for my own brilliance. J.K. Rowling, for example, would be thrilled to know her books are famous in two worlds. I just hope there's no one else from Earth here, or this plan might backfire spectacularly.
Then again, who knows what the future holds? I'm pretty clueless for someone who's supposed to be smart. But hey, I'm only 2-3 days old in this world, so cut me some slack. Hurray for isekai! I just hope I'm not some random villager. Ideally, I'd be the legendary Villager A. For those who don't know, Villager A is the one person the hero trusts more than himself—the ultimate source of knowledge, respected even by the king. But here's the catch: Villager A can only ever be called Villager A. No exceptions. Not even by his wife.
Yeah, I changed my mind. I don't want to be Villager A. I can't handle the thought of my wife calling me "Villager A" instead of "husband." Who even made that rule? If you're out there, show yourself now, and I promise it'll be painless. All you'll hear is "gugu gaga" and the like. But if you wait, things might get messy. Chris used [Goading]. Unknown ignores. Chris is left looking clueless.
Anyway, my attention span is that of a baby's. Is that normal? Probably not. Where was I? Doesn't matter. I need to figure out who I am fast—this suspense is killing me. Oh God, at least let me find out my name. Chris used [Prayer]. Nothing happened. Chris looks sad. Chris has regressed. I am Chris.
I am Chris. I am Chris. I am Chris. I am Chris. I am Chris. I am Chris. I am Chris.
Okay, I'm guessing most people know where that's from. If you don't, do you even qualify as a modern person? Huh? Do you? Anyway, let me reintroduce myself. I'm Chris Reynolds, age 18. The lazy smartass of the class. The boring guy who loves reading novels (not textbooks, mind you). Currently majoring in Medicine, with a self-awarded diploma in Psychology and Sociology. Yes, I made it up and gave it to myself. Weird? Sure. But who cares?
I'm in my second year of university, with a future so bleak it somehow feels cozy. I don't make sense? That's called sarcasm. But what do I know? I'm as clueless as the next guy. I'm not big on sports, but I've participated in volleyball and football (or soccer, for the less informed) tournaments, placing second in both. The volleyball loss was the coach's fault, and the football loss was a team effort. None of us were particularly good, but somehow we pulled off a modern-day miracle. I was a decent striker, but I excelled as a goalkeeper. In fact, I was the best in the school. When I was in goal, the opposing team rarely scored more than once per game. It was my domain.
That said, I had a love-hate relationship with the position. As someone who's actively lethargic, I preferred activities that required minimal movement. But during football, I hated waiting for the opposition to come and try to score. It got so bad that I started playing games on my phone during matches.
But that's a story for another time. For now... Chris used [Sleep]. It's super effective! Chris fell asleep. Zzz. Chris is asleep and unable to move. Zzz.